Tamar Braxton's Daughter *Not Edited*

Chapter 22

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Song: The Real Theme Song

Long chapter #SorryNotSorry

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"Are you sure you want to do this?" I wince as I got out the car before nodding my head.

"Yes. I want to be over with this and move on with my life." I look up at Tamar as she locks the car doors.

"Well..." She makes her way over to me and pulls me close. "Welcome to The Real."

As we start making our way into the studios we have someone explaining the guidelines along with when I appear and so on...

My mum quickly pulls me into her dressing room before the other co-hosts see me. Rightfully so and let me tell you I look a mess.

I'm in a baggy tracksuit with no makeup along with a failed attempt at a messy bun along with a pair of slippers. Talk about a fashion fail.

My mum sits in the seat as she gets straight into the getting ready process. I take a seat more like lie myself down on a sofa. I close my eyes and wince in pain.

My back is killing me plus I ran out of my pain meds. I'm only meant to take at least 1 every 4 hours but I take 2 every 2 hours. It's bad but I'm in so much pain.

I act like I'm ok and I let my cousins hug me really tight but it's killing me so much. I'm enduring so much pain and nobody knows.

I close my eyes as I settle into a comfy position.
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"She's not waking up."

"TAMAR! SHE'S NOT RESPONDING!"

"Oh God! Call an ambulance."

My eyes fly open at this, "I'm fine. I was just sleeping." I yawn slightly.

One of the makeup artist holds a brush in disbelief, "With no heartbeat. Child you was dead."

"Do I look dead to you?" I purse my lips at them.

"Girl yes, we need to get you ready while Tamar goes off to rehearsal." I shrug before getting up.

I give Tamar a hug before letting her know that I was fine. After she left I was put on the chair.

A stylist comes out holding a dress with an open back. It's gorgeous and I'm pretty sure that it's very expensive but the whole back thing is a no.

"So, Tiana. I was thinking of styling you in this gorgeous Versace dress and pairing it with some nude pumps." She says and I cringe.

"Do you have anything that covers up a bit more. I don't want my back showing or my bruises." I bit my lip to stop the tears from falling.

The stylist sighs before leaving the room and coming back with a black vegan leather jumpsuit.

Perfect.

"This is from your mothers collection and we'll style this with some black strappy heels. Is this ok?" I nod at this and she smiles.

The makeup artist tells me to sit. "Normally with that kind of outfit I would say Edgy makeup however you're still 17 so, I'm thinking more of a natural look."